|Transport for the whole family. Letting the 8-year old drive is definitely a good call.|
Food and Drink
The Moroccans break fast like the French - as if it is just a warm up to lunch, or maybe an afterthought of dinner, as a opposed to an actual meal. Most often, breakfast consisted of bread with jam, and coffee or hot chocolate. As my growling stomach would have told you every day at 10 o'clock if you asked it, this can be quite insufficient for an active day.
Luckily they do other meals better. The traditional way of cooking is called 'tajine'. A tajine is a special clay dish that you fill with potatoes, vegetables, and meat, and then cook over charcoal with a conical lid.
|Tada - lunch by locals in a small town in the Atlas Mountains|
|Audun, Øyvind, and Ingvild inspect the Pepsi soccer-themed cups we got. Host Mohammed looks on.|
We were served food on matching, Christmas themed plates and large Pepsi cups. It was a bizarre experience compared to Western restaurants. The perfectly spiced lamb tajine served on them was, however, delicious.
After the meal, Mohammed showed us how to make mint tea. I should preface this by mentioning that sugary mint tea is ubiquitous in Morocco, and is drunk after each meal. Learn to like it.
|Making tea, like a boss.|
Impressions of Marrakech
Arriving in Marrakech after 4 days in the mountains is like being woken by a cold glass of water in the face - shocking, but refreshing. We stayed in a traditional Riad on the interior of the walls of the Medina, or old city. Accessing our riad involved a trek through tiny alleyways so convoluted I half expected to find a minotaur at the end.
Instead of a half-bull, half-man, we found a Moroccan man and women who spoke broken French and broken English, eager to welcome us into the spacious, open apartment.
|Moroccan decor in our riad|
|Bike storage in the open-air courtyard of the riad. Marius shows off his headlamp.|
From this base we explored the old city. Marrakech's old Medina is best described by sounds. The sound of tiny scooters buzzing by you, honking their horns. The sound of shopkeepers asking you to just come and look at their wares. Snake charmer's flutes. Cheap mosque loudspeakers calling people to prayer five times a day. Tourists haggling with shopkeepers. Locals haggling shop keepers. Arabic, French, English, even snippets of German or once Swedish, all imploring you to buy something.
The cacophony of the streets combined with the blazing colors of the plethora of wares in every store and on every street corner make for quite an experience.
|Just chilling on my scooter.|
|Synne considers how much she's willing to pay for a pair of leather sandals.|
We also found peace our second night in Marrakech, after a full day of sightseeing, in a third floor restaurant far above the bustle of the streets. Across the city rooftops in dark, the Koutoubia Mosque was a beacon of light.
|Marrakech cityscape by night, the mosque to the far left.|
Marrakech was a beautiful, really different city - but one day was enough.
One last thing
Why are there so many cats in Morocco? And what do they want?
|Take me to your leader.|
- The Wild Bazilchuk